Where Roses Bloom
Come with me where wild roses bloom
among weeds in a field of rocks and pebbles
Each day will end with us holding hands at dusk
gasping at the sight of a peach and violet sky
I'll pin a rose behind your ear and kiss your lips
as a soft breeze whistles a love song to the moon
Our yester years will be forgotten then
and we'll make wishes on all of our morrows
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